08/20/2026
One of the hardest parts of motherhood is knowing I’m not immortal.
As a mom, you worry about all of your children, but when you have a child who may need you in ways others won’t, that fear hits differently.
Who will know him like I do? Who will understand what he needs without him having to explain? Who will advocate for him, protect him, celebrate him, and make sure this world is gentle with his heart when I’m no longer here?
So I pray for a long life. 🙏🏾
I pray for his independence.
I pray for good people to always surround him.
And I pray that everything I’m teaching, fighting for, and building for him now will continue to protect him long after I’m gone.
Because my biggest fear isn’t dying.
It’s leaving before I know my baby will be okay. 💙♾️